Chapter 410: The Angry Altria

Chapter 411 The explosive Artoria

As the original plot develops, two top servants with full defense and strength started a confrontation before dawn.

In the forest not far away, Shuo Yue, who was the first to provoke the dispute, was being hunted by the 'Black' Assassin.

The sounds of gunshots and gunshots were heard constantly, and from time to time there were flames shooting into the sky and trees falling down in the forest.

As the Master, the Sixth Director Lingxia could only stand outside the forest, clasping her hands in front of her chest, silently blessing her followers.

But judging from her confident face, it was obvious that she was not at a disadvantage in the battle.

——At least in the eyes of the Black Masters.

In the forest, two black figures chased each other. After the young man in front set up formations, he suddenly clapped his hands and chanted a spell.

An invisible barrier formed in an instant, and the entire world was filled with chaotic light and shadow. After putting on a disguise, Shuo Yue turned her head to avoid the attack of the red magic spear.

call!

The strong wind roared, and was squeezed down by the slender arms, but bounced back unconvincingly, taking off the hoods of the two black robes. Then the handsome young man and the beautiful girl with blond hair and blue eyes appeared together and looked at each other. After a while, Shuo Yue seemed to be subdued, smiling and raising her hands in a gesture of surrender:

"A barrier has been set up around us, which is enough to hide people's eyes and ears, my king."

The implication is that there is no need for Dai Mao to pursue him murderously.

"...Oh." Artoria murmured in a low voice and slowly withdrew the red magic gun.

For some reason, Shuo Yue saw a little reluctance in her eyes.

? ? ?

Before he could ask, Artoria blushed and took the lead in changing the subject: "Is that the real Ruler... the Joan of Arc you are talking about?"

Although it was not very clear, with the servant's eyesight, Dai Mao could naturally see the figure of the girl standing in the distance.

"Well, a full thousand years have passed since the end of King Arthur's legend and the beginning of her legend, Joan of Arc, the savior of Orleans."

"A thousand years...?"

Dai Mao looked slightly startled. After the end of the Fourth World War, she entered the eternally isolated Utopia, where there was almost no concept of time, and her understanding of the times was also broken.

It turns out that after me, there are so many heroes who rose and fell like meteors, and gathered in the same era because of those bright wishes, and raised their swords and guns in order to summon their master.

Only at this moment can Arturia feel how ruthless and absurd time is.

Bang bang... Shuo Yue clapped his hands, waking up Da Mao from his reverie. He casually brushed the surface of the lake in the center of the forest, and the reflection of the battlefield appeared in the silent pool.

Ignoring the fierce battle between Little Sun and Brother Fei, Shuo Yue controlled the magic to continuously amplify, and finally locked onto Joan's pretty face.

Her long golden hair was styled into a ponytail, and her amethyst-like eyes flashed with the same awe as someone else.

So beautiful, so familiar.

——For the sake of surprise, Shuo Yue deliberately didn’t tell Dai Mao about Joan of Arc’s appearance.

"How is it, my king?" Shuo Yue raised her eyes, looked at Artoria who was stunned on the spot, and said with a half-smile, "How do you feel when you see a saint who looks the same as you?"

At this time, he missed the marshal from the fourth battle especially. It was a pity that Ryuzosuke died early and the marshal was not summoned, otherwise Du Mao's reaction would have been more interesting.

But even so, when Dai Mao saw Jeanne's face clearly, his mouth still opened slightly, and he fell into shock.

Spread her ponytail, tie her hair into a bun, and put on holy blue contact lenses - with the identical temperament of the Saint and the Saint, even if the Knights of the Round Table come, I'm afraid they won't be able to tell the difference between them!

At this moment, Shuo Yue hooked her fingers with evil intentions, and the camera fell on the undulating mountains on Joan of Arc's chest.

Compared to Artoria, who was so flat, the gap was so huge that it was disappointing.

No, shameless!

As if she had been humiliated, Artoria flew into a rage. She threw away the red magic spear, and the shining final spear rang out, pointing directly at the throat of the rebellious knight.

At the same time, Dai Mao's body also changed, becoming tall and plump. The clear and charming Yujie looked directly at Shuo Yue, and her tone was as cold as the impact of ice cubes.

"I was just fixed by the Sword in the Stone. Besides, you dare to humiliate me like this. It seems there is a lack of punishment, Shuo Yueqing."

Come on, don't pity me because I'm a delicate flower... Shuo Yue almost wanted to say this, but looking at Artoria's slightly gloomy face, she still held back the saucy words.

I have forgotten that Dai Mao has the form of a royal sister this time, and she obviously cares about it... After all, Joan of Arc is only a nineteen-year-old girl, and she is also a village girl, why can she develop so well... cough cough.

Being resisted by the holy spear, Shuo Yue couldn't help but swallowed. His mind was in a mess, and his eyes were full of Arturia's bold clothes. Coupled with her innate holy temperament, she was simply ascetic and Charm.

At least don't raise your hands, you're going to see everything... Shuo Yue silently turned away his eyes, and Dai Mao also recovered from his anger, stiffened, quietly put down the holy spear, coughed lightly, tried to pretend as if nothing had happened, and lowered his voice Voice:

"I feel very new."

"Novelty?" Dai Mao deliberately changed the subject, and Shuo Yue naturally cooperated, "What does this mean?"

"How should I put it, um..." Artoria thought for a while and gave an example with some uncertainty, "Like... sisters?"

Unlike Mordred, who is a man-made man, Joan of Arc is strikingly similar to Altria in both appearance and temperament. If he hadn't known that he was a woman, Dai Mao would have suspected that the royal blood of Britain had flowed to Orleans.

Hearing Altria's description, Shuoyue was shocked and tried to agree calmly:

"They are indeed like sisters... um, almost like Mordred."

"Sir Mordred?" Altria glanced at Shuoyue and said coldly: "I have always regarded her as a Knight of the Round Table, that's all."

My king, what kind of scumbag's words are these? Children without mothers are like grass, um, and they grow wildly.

Shuoyue's mouth twitched, and he was about to have a good talk with Dai Mao about Xiao Mo, but in the water mirror, Joan of Arc seemed to have sensed something and cast her eyes in the direction of the woods, with doubts in her purple eyes.

Suspected? !

Shuoyue was startled and quickly withdrew the detection magic. Artoria also interrupted her chat, picked up the red magic gun, shrunk from a queen to a girl, and wrapped herself in the black robe that Shuoyue gave her.

As expected, the curvy figure is more pleasing to the eye... Shuoyue couldn't help but glance at Artoria, and Daimao thought that Shuoyue was asking for her opinion, so he nodded seriously without thinking much:

"Well, then according to the second step plan, let's be serious."

"Okay." Shuoyue responded in a low voice, his golden eyes dyed with azure rainbow, "It will be a bit rough next, please forgive me, my king."

"Hehe..." Artoria didn't get on the car, but the pride of being a strong person still made her chuckle, "Of course, don't worry about me, just come on, Lord Shuoyue."

So, Shuoyue took off the safety in a flash, aimed at Artoria's head, and shot a bullet filled with magic power. Altria raised her eyebrows, and the air in the sky gathered on the red magic spear, shaking violently, and sent it forward like a chainsaw.

Zila——!

Amid the loud noise, the barrier was shattered, and two black robes soared into the sky. In the unlimited struggle, they crashed into the equally fierce Servant battlefield!